[A/N] Okay, damnit, you peeps are just so sweet your reviews actually persuaded me to write the sequel! XD *cries* Good lord, the thing that reviews can do to authors...*shakes head* By the way, for Sanzo, Hakkai and Gojyo's physique, right...well, think Kouryuu, young Gonou and young Gojyo – y'know, how they looked like ten years ago before they became the stunning biseinen of twenty-three and twenty-two? Yeah.

Disclaimer: I don't think I saw Sanzo and Goku making out on the grass in Saiyuki...*sighs* Except in my dreams that is =P

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Of Perilous Attraction

#2 – Fates Intertwined

By Gokugurl

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A man is a bundle of relations, a knot of roots,

Whose flower and fruitage is the world.

- Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Sanzo sighed in considerable disdain, his forehead twitching as he approached the field. The field was currently packed with kids of thirteen and fourteen – the Form Ones and Form Twos. Yeah. He placed a quivering hand to his throbbing head, and he winced as he felt something in his mind reeling. Shit - the migraine. He shot a sharp glare at a few passing Form Twos, and they recoiled in unease as they felt the iciness of his amethyst stare upon them.

The frigging noise was making his headache worse.

He cursed inaudibly, his voice barely a whisper, and felt himself stumbling backwards as the pain in his skull took another painful turn. And took in a sharp breath as he collided into someone, falling with whoever it was to the ground. He closed his violet eyes, and felt the pain take its toll as a numbing and searing jolt course through his body. Goddammit, he thought to himself, before massaging his temple absently with his right hand.

It hurts.

"Sanzo! Are you okay?"

Oh, God, it hurts...

Violet eyes snapped open, and he let out a small moan of pain at the strain of his eye muscles. He blinked once, twice, before everything began to swim in a blur of colours and bright lights. He sat up, shaking his head, and as he opened his eyes again, he found that he had regained his vision. Sanzo looked around dazedly, his dark amethyst orbs flickering with trepidation as he struggled to stand up. He took a deep breath, before exhaling, leaning against the trunk of a tree.

And found himself gazing into two beautiful golden eyes.

Sanzo gasped in shock, almost falling as he did so, but he managed to grab hold of the tree trunk in the nick of time. He let out a string of rather – delicate – curses, but not before he turned to glare at the citrine-eyed child of thirteen. "What in the name of hell did you do that for?" he muttered, mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like Bakasaru under his labored breath.

"Eh?" Goku looked confused, and his golden orbs clearly portrayed his confusion. "What did I do?" he asked, scratching his head as he sweatdropped. "I..." He leaned closer to the elder one of fourteen, and placed a small hand on the blonde youth's forehead, testing the temperature, feeling the sweet warmth spread through his delicate fingers. Without realizing it, his childlike hand had moved from Sanzo's forehead, and had moved down the prefect's cheek; only to whisper alongside the elder one's porcelain skin.

Sanzo turned rather pink, but did not dare to move should Goku stop his tantalizing touch, his light, whispery caress on his pale cheek. For one magical moment, they just stood there, gazing into each other's eyes - as dark golden reflected enigmatic violet, as deep amethyst did reflect the gold. And in that beautiful, fleeting second that seemed like eternity, they were frozen - mesmerized, indeed, by the undeniable beauty that each possessed.

Time had stopped, right then and there, as the two, walking on the Path of Fate, each in a different direction, stumbled upon each other. And time had stilled, frozen and stagnant – as two Fates met, touched, intertwined as they clasped each other's graceful hands. What was once one fine golden thread and one of fragile amethyst intertwined to become one, creating a magnificent shade of gold and violet, as one.

Sanzo's breath caught in his chest, as Goku leaned ever so closer to his face. Up close, he couldn't help but notice, as the shimmering sunlight did naught but to enhance Goku's youthful beauty. The sunlight blew whispery kisses along those incandescent silken chocolate strands of hair, bringing out the silken picturesque loveliness in those beautiful shades of brown.

His bronze, smooth skin was embedded under long white sleeves, and under the white fabric was something secret, hidden. Goku's luminous, beautiful golden orbs reflected the bright incandescence perfectly, and those deep pools of golden innocence were so bright, so radiant.

And those pouting, parted lips...he leaned closer to Goku, and felt his heart slamming wildly against his chest, as he felt Goku's warm and tingly breath upon his shivering skin. He drew closer, closer to those kissable lips, until they were but a breath away from each other. The young blonde moved one hand over Goku's smaller one...

...and Goku automatically clapped his hand to his mouth.

He blinked once, twice, as did Goku. They drew back almost immediately; youthful faces pink and flustered as they turned away. Goku twiddled with his fingers in discomfort, his face shy as he looked at Sanzo from the corner of his eye. "S-Sanzo..." he whispered, his voice soft and laced with uncertainty. He stepped back, shifting the bag that was slinked over his shoulder, before breaking into a run.

Sanzo didn't do anything, and only stood there as Goku's fading form disappeared into the mass of students. He sighed, and shook his head as he remembered those shy, golden eyes. Those melting orbs of citrine baring into his own, flaring with passionate innocence. He shrugged his bag off, and cracked his knuckles as he proceeded to his duty post.

He whipped out his pen, his dark amethyst hidden under his sun-kissed golden bangs. Deadly danger flashed in those lavender orbs, and as a racket began in his class in charge, he raised his eyebrow, and his pen set to work.

He was just so in the mood to kill somebody.

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Not a having and a resting, but a growing and a becoming,

Is the character of perfection as culture conceives it.

- Matthew Arnold

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The whistle blew, and Sanzo let out a string of curses as he led 1A2 rather disdainfully to their respective class. They followed behind him, meek and obedient; possibly because he had threatened to use that steely-looking harisen of his on them, and he didn't look like he was lying.

To prove his point, one very noisy student from their class had been the unfortunate victim of that despicable paper fan, and judging from the way that Ken, the poor kid, was still unable to walk properly from the aftermath – they had silently decided to shut up.

Treading up the gray stone steps in the Junior Block; the black-clad prefect could only mumble something inaudible as he climbed another two flights of stairs to reach 1A2. He sighed, and shifted uncomfortably as he made his way through the mass of students, succeeding considerably as he brandished his way through with his trusty paper fan. Finally reaching the class, he let out a relieved and frustrated sigh as he leaned against the blackboard, throwing his black bag down on the dusty floor.

The gakis began filing in, each fighting to get in first, and no wonder, they were boys, after all. It was not long before a babble of curses broke out, breaking the whispering silence of the empty classroom as they fought to come in. And of course, when kids fight, they talk and shout, and curse and scream. And when they talk, shout, curse and scream, they made noise.

And God knew how much Genjo Sanzo, 14 years old, hated noise.

He raised one golden eyebrow, as the students of his class began talking and whispering simultaneously, creating a hell of a racket. A vein throbbed visibly on his forehead, and he felt his temper bubble as the racket continued. He clenched his fists, and cleared his throat silently, before he felt his anger explode in one mass explosion.

"IKAGENISHIRO, DAMNIT!"

A ringing silence fell.

Satisfied, Sanzo folded his arms, a smirk gracing his lips as he turned to look at the class. "That's better," he murmured in a low monotone, before turning to the blackboard. He took up one white chalk, and he looked at it, amused at the disheveled state of the poor pale thing, chapped in various places. He shook his head, but still held up the chalk as he began to write, in neat katakana:

IF I HEAR YOUR VOICE, I'LL KILL YOU.

The effect it had on the class was considerably astounding; the ones who had been whispering and murmuring gossips to each other just but a few seconds ago had immediately shut their mouths, their lips pursed together tightly as though they had glued it together, literally. There was silence and tension so thick; Sanzo felt that it could practically be sliced apart by a knife. But then again, he liked it that way.

With the whole class having fallen quiet, he sighed in relief, and settled for waiting patiently near the door for Touten-sensei, the bulky, ringlet-haired teacher that looked suspiciously like a sissy, who was the class's Geography teacher. He almost let out a fit of laughter, but managed to keep his face straight even as he imagined the guy in ringlets teaching. The old fraud had been his teacher last year, and had failed, miserably, to teach them what was the meaning of Geography and what it held for them. Yeah, like Sanzo cared.

He was having a rather peaceful moment in solitude, until the silence was broken by a distinctively familiar, chirpy voice.

"Sanzo!"

The said blonde froze, and the chalk clattered to the ground as he turned around slowly, very slowly, to peer at the back of the class.

"Yo!" Goku called, waving frantically from the back of the class.

There was a very pregnant pause.

"GYAAAAAAAA!!!! USO!!!" [No way!]

The shriek vibrated through the school, echoing off the walls; one single scream that shook the building considerably. Pairs upon pairs of curious eyes looked at the source of the voice, and the kids in the class couldn't help but giggle ing at the shocked and outrageous expression that their class prefect was wearing upon his beautiful face.

"Ohayou!" Goku chirped, his golden eyes dancing in childish amusement as they locked on Sanzo's disbelieving violets. "Sanzo!"

Sanzo felt his mind reeling, and sighed in defeat as he folded his arms, in front of the noisy class. And groaned as the clock showed that there was but 5 minutes left to take care of the noisy batch of students that were currently being, well, noisy before Touten came – that sissified git. Feeling yet another vein throb dangerously in his temple, Sanzo all but clenched his fists, trying to ignore the golden-eyed boy who was, certainly, shouting at the top of his lungs, as well as the racket that the others were making.

And failed to do so.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Sanzo yelled. "OR I'LL MAKE SURE YOU DIE IN MY HANDS, YOU BLOODY BASTARDS!"

Yet another bout of silence fell upon the class.

Sanzo whipped out his harisen, and his eyes glinted dangerously, challenging anyone to look inquiringly, or inquisitively at him. "Any questions?" he asked threateningly, his voice a deadly whisper. True, that was what he had asked, but for all that lay in his monotonous tone, he might've as well said, "Ask questions and I'll kill you." Not that it would have made any difference anyway.

"Ne, Sanzo?"

The said blonde shot him a glare, a cold and calculating look that would've made any normal human shrivel, or at the very least, cower. However, Goku remained oblivious, that innocence little smile still gracing his petite features, even though the Look™ that Sanzo sent him was quite...disturbing.

Well, Goku wasn't a normal human.

"What the hell do you want?" he snapped, his youthful face displaying an open show of annoyance. "It'd better be something that makes sense," he muttered, narrowing his eyes, massaging his aching forehead – his mind swirling as his eyes fixated rather unwilling upon those mischievous golden orbs.

"Harahetta...[I'm hungry]" Goku whined, but not before he felt a fist connect painfully with his head. "ITAI!" he wailed, his words laced with indignant dissatisfaction. "What did you do that for – yow!" he yelped, as the dreaded harisen came down hard as steel, on his throbbing scalp, for the second time.

"I told you not to ask something stupid, damnit!" Sanzo said hotly, brandishing his fist at Goku, who was now clutching the tender spot that had been the victim of Sanzo's steely punch. The fourteen-year-old blonde cursed inaudibly under his breath, using language so foul it would have made even the Devil himself flush. Goku looked up at him shyly, and Sanzo found himself drowning impeccably in the child's citrine eyes.

It was going to be hell of a long year.

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Flowers are lovely; Love is flower-like,

Friendship is a sheltering tree.

- Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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"Kechi," Goku muttered, rubbing the tender spot on his scalp. "Even if he was angry, he didn't have to take it out me, na..." he mused, before allowing his thoughts to dwell on the elder blonde boy. He sighed dreamily, and caught sight of Sanzo at the far edge of the canteen, ever so stunning in the black blazer and black pants. "He's beautiful," the brunette boy murmured, golden eyes glazed for one moment as they fixated on Sanzo.

Goku's friend, Nataku, chuckled as Goku began to dig ferociously into a meat bun, all thoughts about Sanzo and others forgotten as he ravaged the poor nikuman. "Looks like you seem to like him, na, Goku?" he asked, fiendish amusement apparent in his bright yellow eyes, hidden under stray strands of dark black. "You talk a lot about him." And Nataku suppressed a laugh as Goku, innocent as he was, began sputtering as he choked on his bun. Ridding himself of the bun, Goku glared at Nataku accusingly as he pointed a dramatic finger at his close friend.

"You almost killed me!"

Nataku patted Goku's back sympathetically. "Aww, Goku," he grinned, eyes alight with mock innocence as he ruffled the russet hair that were Goku's. Hooking one pale arm around the other's bronze neck, he brought Goku close to him. Nataku's smile widened. "Face it, Goku, you're infatuated." He said warmly. Goku looked up at Nataku, a puzzled look in his golden eyes.

"Nataku? What's infatuated? Is it edible?"

Nataku sweatdropped, and scratched his head absently. "Well – no. Infatuated means..." he bent down to whisper provocatively in Goku's ear. "Means that you're attracted to Sanzo. In short," he added quickly, as Goku opened his mouth to ask, "You like him," he said teasingly. And laughed as poor Goku turned a rather dark shade of crimson.

"But I...don't," he murmured shyly, looking down as blood rushed quickly to his cheeks.

"Oh yes, you do," Nataku said dryly, his impatience rising. "Face it, Goku. You like Genjo Sanzo, guardian prefect of 1A2. And don't even bother to deny it."

Goku let his thoughts wander to the handsome golden-haired prefect. Sanzo too, possessed a lean, lithe body that was quite rare for but a young boy of fourteen. His smooth, pale arms were velvety and silky to the touch. He had a broad chest, and Goku wondered how it would be like to cuddle up to him. Sanzo's face was one that had been crafted by a skilled master; having high cheekbones and delicate features, his mouth was one hell of a masterpiece, carefully chiseled and carved so that they looked undeniably attractive.

Goku was thinking how it would be like to kiss those lips.

With divine blonde hair that shone as bright and as brilliantly like the sun, the silken strands of gold that looked so delicately picturesque; and those beautiful pools of dark, enigmatic amethyst that contained a perplexing swirl of deep emotions within them, those mysterious violet orbs that gleamed of the lavender of a thousand sunsets, they held cold and regal authority about them, and an arctic bitterness that shimmered valiantly in his eyes.

To his dismay, Goku felt the flaring liquid heat of arousal pool low in his stomach, and he groaned as he closed his eyes, trying to ignore the tightening of his pants as he looked up at Nataku, a sheepish expression on his face.

"I guess you're right."

To be Continued

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Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week?

Or sells eternity to get a toy?

For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy?

- William Shakespeare

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[A/N] Um...I just felt like adding the quotes ^^ Hehe...in case anyone was wondering, I got them from Nora Roberts' work, The Villa. Kamen, I hate you - *pout* XD You got the Saiyuki posters at Mid Valley! No fair ;__; Joking, joking...meet you next time, ne? Looking forward to seeing you online.

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Thanks:

me

jashuang: O.o;; Good lord, asking me not to write romance is like asking me for the moon! XD I guess I can...or at least I'll try...^^;;

lise

Star-chan: Ala, Pei San...if let him be Head Prefect so easily then tak ada plot sudah...anyways, I didn't know you buy Kreko! XD And come online larr...nowadays you so quiet wan...cheh...

cutie-pie16: Hehe, yeah! XD And don't worry – I DO look forward to seeing you, chatting with you, and SMSing you...^_^ I have to thank you for that as well, being someone who actually feel that I'm wanted...doumo. And I say to the same to Serena and Pei San too...thank you, people. ^.~ Anta-tachi wa ZUTTO daisuki! XD

ashtoreth

crystal arie

M-i

venedy

gallatica: Hmm, well...to answer your question, I made them THAT young to fit MY age and MY form in school this year...I'm 13 and in Form 2...and I'm a Form 2 prefect...so its like this – Sanzo is my reflection of me as a prefect in school. ^.~ That's what it is – and this time, I'm not including much lime, because there are some classmates of mine who'll be reading this... ^^;;

stresser

pleasewhisper

enervate: YEAH, PREFECTS RULE BABY! XD Memang pun, memang pun...^^ Yah, kuli sekolah...==;; chairs and gakis...nothing much to really look forward to...*sigh*

Anyways, UPDATE RETURN TO INNOCENCE, AGAIN!!! *shakes Serena mercilessly* Or...*evil glint, something shiny behind back* Hehe... ^^

~THANK YOU~

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Lots of love,

Gokugurl

19th January 2003

E-mail: kimiekun@hotmail.com